My "love" story is about my lovely little niece and nephew. This summer on a camping trip. We loaded up the kids in the car and went on an ice run. While we were waiting for ice. We decided to get my nephew (age 3 1/2) an vanilla ice cream on a stick w/a chocolate coating on the outside. My niece (age 1 1/2) was happily sucking on a lolly-pop. So we didn't bother with get her an ice cream. We give the nephew his treat and drive back to the camp.
When we get back to the camp I turn around in my seat and there they are both of them covered in melting ice cream and chocolate there car seats covered and the seat in between them an melted ice cream chocolaty mess. As I sat and watched my nephew take a lick then pass it to my niece and she would take a lick and pass it back. So forth and so on. Dripping, slurping and laughing.
My heart was filled with love for them both. My little nephew loves ice cream. And without even being asked he decided to share with his sister. He loves her and she loves him.